The Beauty And The Heist

Chapter-26

Adrian ordered Isaac and Damien to find out where Roy was on that dreadful anniversary of his unfortunate birth. I spent most of the time getting lost in in the library opposite my room.

The room was enormous and made almost entirely of some dark wood. It was definitely old but didn't need renovation. The walls were panelled with wood, so was the high ceiling and the floor. The enormous shelves were like walls of a maze, the were made of the same and stacked with loads of books, some old, most new. The room had an overall cozy feel to it. There was an ivory piano near the entrance.

Adrian must be the one using it. He definitely had long, elegant fingers, like a pianist.

I looked at my own fingers, they were long but not very elegant looking, my nails were like stubs because of my weak nails and strong teeth. Holding a paintbrush with long nails wasn't easy.

Isaac joined me a while later.

He nearly dropped his laptop in surprise as he found me behind one of the enormous shelves.

"Hi." I said, smiling.

"Hey." He said nervously, "I..uh..didn't expect you to be here "

"Neither did I, but you're welcome to join me if you like." I said, gesturing to the space next to me.

He smiled and sat cross legged next to me, leaning back on the shelves.

"Does Adrian play?" I asked gesturing to the piano.

"No, he's never played in front of us."

There was a moment of awkard silence.

"You know Italian?" He asked gesturing to the book I had with me.

"No, but the illustrations are beautiful." I said.

"Careful with that, they're probably important."

"They're manuscripts from the Renaissance." I said, "the place is full of them."

"Whats it about?" He asked.

"I don't know, some kind of story. Fiction."

"How do you know that?"

"Because it involves a dragon."

"Oh."

"So what are you doing?" I asked.

He rubbed his temples. "Trying to find the information Adrian needs."

"How's it going?"

"Not very well, I have all the data, but I have to sit and sort through it to see which one is Roy."

"Ugh."

"Do you actually like programing?" He asked suddenly.

"I'm no Isaac Hale but I'm pretty good at it."

"Not the question I asked."

"It's okay. The problem isn't the subject. I might grow to love it if my life weren't so bland."

"You're in Italy with the Mafia." He pointed out.

Fair point.

"By the way, Carelia is throwing a party today." He said.

"So I've heard."

"Well, you probably shouldn't interact too much with the guests."

"Mafia?"

"Yep."

"Oh good."

"I should get to work. Or Adrian will kick my ass." Isaac frowned. He was a fellow procrastinator.